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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket 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?
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Pagans,
Smog,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.