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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.