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 Honduras and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.