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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.