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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.