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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.