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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.