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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Anakelly to the funk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.