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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.