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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.