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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Joe Finger to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.