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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 organ 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
UT,
Chrome,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.