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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 the Human League to the punk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.