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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.