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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.