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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Fear,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.