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 Botswana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.