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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.