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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Symarip to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.