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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.