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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lindisfarne 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.