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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Can,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.