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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Index,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.