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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Procol Harum to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
The Remains,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.