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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Brick,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.