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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.