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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Can,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.