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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.