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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants 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?
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.