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 Uganda 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Magma,
The Evens,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.