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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Tomorrow to the rap 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.