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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leaves to the punk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.