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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.