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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.