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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.