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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.