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 Qatar and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.