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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.