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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.