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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.