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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.