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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.