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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.