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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.