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 South Africa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
UT,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.