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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.