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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Quantec,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.