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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Max Romeo 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
This Heat,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.