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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Deakin,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.