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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.