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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.