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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.