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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
cv313,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.