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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.