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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.