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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.