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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
The Remains,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.