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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.