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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harmonia to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.