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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.