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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.