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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Angry Samoans to the rap 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.