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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.