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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.