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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.