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 Nauru 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.