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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Franke,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.