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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.