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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.