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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.