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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.