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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.