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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.