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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.