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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.