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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.