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 Nicaragua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Divine Comedy to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.