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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo 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?
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.