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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.