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 Tanzania 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.