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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.