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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.