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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.