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 India and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Lungfish to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.