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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.