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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.