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 Ghana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Newcleus to the dance 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.