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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.