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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 T. Rex to the jazz 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.