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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 The Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.