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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.