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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
EPMD,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.