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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.