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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.