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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.