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 Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.