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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.