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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Harmonia 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.