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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
JFA,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.