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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Josef K to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Faust,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.