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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.