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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.