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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.