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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.