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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.