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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Crime,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.