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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
The United States of America,
DNA,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.