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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Ituana,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.