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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.