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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Wings 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.