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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Slave,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.