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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Can,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.