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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.