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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.