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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.