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 Laos 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.