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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fortunes to the disco 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.