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 Cyprus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
AZ,
Index,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.