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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.