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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Slick Rick to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
X-101,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.