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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.