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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.