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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Television,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.