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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.