Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.