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 Zambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 chamberlin 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.