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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.