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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.