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 Cameroon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.