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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.