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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.