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 Jordan 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 Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Bad Manners to the funk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.