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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.