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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Deepchord to the jazz 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.