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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.