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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.