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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.