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 Sweden and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Magazine,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.