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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Fortunes 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.