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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Smog,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.