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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.