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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Index,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.