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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.