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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.