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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.