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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.