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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.