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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Alton Ellis to the grime 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Nico,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.