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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Pole,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.