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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome 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?
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.