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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Q65,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.