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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.