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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
MC5,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.