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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.