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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Skarface,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.