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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.