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 Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T. Rex to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.