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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.