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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.