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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Organ to the punk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.