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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Aswad 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
CMW,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.