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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Crime,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.