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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the dance 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.