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 Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Clear Light to the rap 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.