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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.