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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
The Standells,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
AZ,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.