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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman 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?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Pole,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.