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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.