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 Mauritius 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.