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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.