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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Robert Hood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.