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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.