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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.