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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.