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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Marc Almond to the punk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Nico,
Slave,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.