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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.