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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
MDC,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.