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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.