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 Chile and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.