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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.