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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Brick,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.