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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 organ 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.