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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.