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 Monaco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.