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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.