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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Index,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.