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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.