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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.