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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.