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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.