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 Gambia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Soulsonic Force to the punk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.