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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.