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 Monaco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.