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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.