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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 rhodes 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.