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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.