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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.