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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 10cc to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.