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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Slave,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Excepter,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.