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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.