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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.