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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Selecter to the grunge 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.