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 Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.