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 Switzerland 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.