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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.