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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Sparks,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.