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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Searchers to the grime 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.