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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Monks,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.