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 Turkey and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.