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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Index,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.