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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the disco 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
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.