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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Tres Demented 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.