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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Hashim to the dance 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Gong,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
DNA,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.