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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.