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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.