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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
The Index,
Ossler,
Franke,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.