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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.