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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.