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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Faust to the techno 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.