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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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?
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.