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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.