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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Wire,
The Index,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
X-102,
ABC,
MC5,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.