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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.