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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
ABC,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.