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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.