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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.