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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Pole,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.