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 Romania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.