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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.