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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Judy Mowatt 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.