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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Zeros to the funk 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.