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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.