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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
MC5,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.