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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Organ to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Lyres,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.