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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.