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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Magma,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.