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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.