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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.