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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.