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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.