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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
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.