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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.