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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Cymande,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.