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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.