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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.