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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.