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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.