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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
June of 44,
Kayak,
the Association,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.