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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
The Human League,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.