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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.