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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.