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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.