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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.