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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Zapp,
Chrome,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.