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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.