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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
ABBA,
X-102,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.