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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.