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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.