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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Franke,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.