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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Simply Red to the grunge 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
The Evens,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.