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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.