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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
AZ,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.