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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Dawn Penn 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.