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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.