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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Monks,
Television,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.