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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.