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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.