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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.