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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.