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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Cameo,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.