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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Eurythmics 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.