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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.