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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.