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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.