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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nils Olav 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Motions,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.