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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Pole,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.