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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.