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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.