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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.