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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.