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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.