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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.