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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
UT,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.