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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.