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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.