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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.