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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.