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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Arcadia to the funk 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.