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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.