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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.