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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.