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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.