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 Maldives and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tremeloes to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.