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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.