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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.