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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.