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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Surgeon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.