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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.