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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Bobby Byrd to the rock 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.