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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.