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 Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.