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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.