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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the dance 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.