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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.