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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.