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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.