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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.