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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 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 David Bowie 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.