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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.