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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.