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 Cyprus 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.