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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.