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 Latvia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.