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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.