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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Darondo to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.