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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.