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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Beau Brummels to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.