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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.