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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.