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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.