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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.