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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.