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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.