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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.