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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.