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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.