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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.