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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.