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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.