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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.