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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Japan,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.