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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.