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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Main Source,
X-102,
Pole,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.