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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.