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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.