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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.