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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.