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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.