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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
the Association,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.