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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.