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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Prince Buster 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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?
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Visage,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.