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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
UT,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.