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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
The Victims,
The Slits,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.