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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.