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 Croatia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Eli Mardock to the grime 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Cluster,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.