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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 The Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Can,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.