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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.