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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
The Index,
the Association,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.