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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.