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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.