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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.