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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.