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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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?
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.