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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.