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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
10cc,
The Busters,
Skarface,
X-102,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.