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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Ludus to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal 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?
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.