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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.