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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Japan,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.