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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Index,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.