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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.