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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Skriet,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Slave,
John Lydon,
The Move,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.