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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.