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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
the Association,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
The Evens,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.