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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the rap 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Can,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.