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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.