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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.