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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.