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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
UT,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Can,
Liliput,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.