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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.