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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Can,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.