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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.