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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.