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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Martian,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.