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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.