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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer 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?
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Quantec,
the Association,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Lalann,
The Move,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.