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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
MC5,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.