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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
The Litter,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.