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 United States and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.