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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.