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 Bolivia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.