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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Darondo,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.