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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Gong,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.