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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.