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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the dance 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.