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 Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leaves to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.