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 Bolivia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.