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 Laos 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.