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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.