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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 funk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.