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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.