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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
X-102,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.