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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 The Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.