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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.