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 India and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the rap 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Roxette,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.