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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Dawn Penn to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.