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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.