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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.