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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.