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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.