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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.