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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.