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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.