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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Joe Smooth to the jazz 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.