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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.