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 Cuba and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.