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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.