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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.