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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
New Order,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.