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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.