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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.