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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
ABBA,
10cc,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.