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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Smog,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.