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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
World's Most,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
DNA,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.