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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
The Gories,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.