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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Faraquet to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.