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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Stetsasonic to the grime 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.