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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.