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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
CMW,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.