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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.