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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.