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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
X-101,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.