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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.