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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Deakin,
New Order,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.