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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 United States of America to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.