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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.