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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.