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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.