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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.