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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.