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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 The Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.