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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.