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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.