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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.