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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.