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 States and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.