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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Crime,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.