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 Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mummies to the grunge 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.