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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.