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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Talk Talk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.