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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sister Nancy to the disco 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
The Index,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.