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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.