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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Magma,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.