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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.