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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the punk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.