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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.