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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 the Association to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.