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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
AZ,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.