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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.