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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.