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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.