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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Q65,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.