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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.