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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
cv313,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.