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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.