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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.