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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Faust,
Kayak,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.