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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.