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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Fear,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.