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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.