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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Surgeon to the punk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.