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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Pagans,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.