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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.