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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
ABC,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.