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 Nauru and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.