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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.