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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.