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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.