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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.