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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Milan and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.