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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.