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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 the Normal to the funk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Brick,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.