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 Paraguay 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Funkadelic to the dance 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.