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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.