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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.