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 United States and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Can,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.