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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.