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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.