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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.