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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.