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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.