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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.