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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Grey Daturas to the rock 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.