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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.