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 the UAE and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 B.T. Express to the grunge 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.