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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Magma to the techno 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.