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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.