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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Saints to the disco 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.