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 India and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.