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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.