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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.