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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.