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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.