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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deepchord to the electroclash 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.