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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.