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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.