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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.