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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.