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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 güiro 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 Kinks to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.