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 United States and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Q65,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.