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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mojo Men to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
MDC,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.