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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.