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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Barry Ungar to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.