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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.