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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the punk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.