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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.