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 Samoa and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Blackbyrds to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.