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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nas 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
John Holt,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.