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 Spain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.