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 India 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.