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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.