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 the UAE 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
The Associates,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.