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 Uganda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.